I would like to live in a world where we women learn to love our bodies: short, tall, fat, thin, in wheelchairs, old, gray-haired...This is our one body, our one life in which to live in it.
I love this subject. I grew up pretty much as in trained athlete and was quite proud of my muscular body, even though I often got joked about it. So much so that I would never show my biceps to anyone. Later when I became ill. I started taking self portraits as a photographer mostly because I low, and I hated the fact that I lost control over my body. But somehow in the middle of the series, I started finding love for it again
Kate, this is a wonderful story. It is completely true. I was a fat girl in sixth grade - age 11—the nurse at school weighed us in - in front of each other. Speak of shame, I could not look the others in the eye. I went from marrying a man who was like your grandmother to a man who loved me and respected my choices. He just tries to help me do what I decide. These days I finally have worked through my lifelong reliance and rush to eat sweets. Whenever too stressed, sad, or needing connection , I have opened the fridge or the cupboards and stared. Nowadays breathing and meditation practice have brought more equanimity within the chaos and returning to this present moment I interrupt the old pattern more successfully. I check, what does my body want?
Love this so much! It’s so true that The Silent Generation warned the Boomer women about being fat and so many other things, don’t get a big head, don’t be fresh, sit down, put your legs together, cover up, shut up! Oh yes. Thanks for this post!
Your daughter's response made me cheer. You did a good job there!
Well done!
I love this subject. I grew up pretty much as in trained athlete and was quite proud of my muscular body, even though I often got joked about it. So much so that I would never show my biceps to anyone. Later when I became ill. I started taking self portraits as a photographer mostly because I low, and I hated the fact that I lost control over my body. But somehow in the middle of the series, I started finding love for it again
Sorry, disability prevents me from using my fingers and I am dictating this so there are some typos. Low equals loathe
We are beautiful - every one of us!! ❤️ Wonderful story.
Great essay! I enjoy reading your writings
I love this so much.
Kate, this is a wonderful story. It is completely true. I was a fat girl in sixth grade - age 11—the nurse at school weighed us in - in front of each other. Speak of shame, I could not look the others in the eye. I went from marrying a man who was like your grandmother to a man who loved me and respected my choices. He just tries to help me do what I decide. These days I finally have worked through my lifelong reliance and rush to eat sweets. Whenever too stressed, sad, or needing connection , I have opened the fridge or the cupboards and stared. Nowadays breathing and meditation practice have brought more equanimity within the chaos and returning to this present moment I interrupt the old pattern more successfully. I check, what does my body want?
Love this so much! It’s so true that The Silent Generation warned the Boomer women about being fat and so many other things, don’t get a big head, don’t be fresh, sit down, put your legs together, cover up, shut up! Oh yes. Thanks for this post!